Draco had a bit of a fight with his father, and he was sent to the Muggle world for a couple of hours as punishment. He was walking irritably through the crisp snow, with one hand in the pocket of his warm robe, and with the other I was adjusting my scarf. he looked back at the modern houses and was surprised with a certain amount of disgust at how big they were, but completely monotonous. His estate looked more beautiful. Draco went into a cafe and ordered a latte, taking off his robe from his shoulders, frowning while waiting for his order. He did not take off his scarf to openly show his role, with the help of a white and green scarf that denoted his faculty. When the latte arrived for Draco, he silently took the glass and immediately paid so that he would no longer be bothered by incompetent Muggles. He looked out the window, sipping a drink and watching the disgusting Muggles who passed by. They have disgusting fashion, he realized it right away, especially when he saw some girls with a lot of makeup. His gaze lingered on one girl, he didn't understand why, but he was attracted to this girl. She was standing next to the window, scowling at something on her Muggle device. He wanted to invite her to a cafe. His thoughts were forced on him. "what's the point of having a girl like that?" He thought for a long time, watching her. A slight obsession appeared in his heart, although he could not understand what exactly he liked about this Muggle girl. He thought what he could do. Maybe I should call her to come inside and have coffee with him? Along with some dessert. He looked around, trying to figure out if this disgusting place was worthy of such a meeting. It seems that everything is by Muggle standards, she should not be afraid of him..He wouldn't take no for an answer. What kind of crazy person would refuse Malfoy's attention?!